Monthly Archives: December 2018

I haven’t been much for resolutions, because I don’t much like oaths, because I kind of like to keep my word. It keeps coming back, I think, to one of those Daddy-traumas I haven’t gotten over (I talk about this … Continue reading →

She agreed to dance with me but I had nothing to say to her and the sweat pouring off of me was prodigious so after the number was through she walked off without a word and maybe more than a … Continue reading →

Only you can decide what sort of creature you are going to be: what sort of pincers your will grow what venom will begin to drip. You get to decide if you slither or fly or simply step into new … Continue reading →

She knew. Whatever wasn’t said was heard, was understood in the end as these things sometimes are. She got it. She knew. You used your words when you could but she saw things in actions when words were not enough. … Continue reading →

In my fantasy relationship with you we are chaste and perfect not so unlike the reality of our situation where we speak sporadically politely with friendly overtones but none of the intensity that exists in imagination. In my fantasy relationship … Continue reading →

Don’t you ever get tired of yourself and your self-involved bullshit the way the rest of us do? Really, how often can you go on about the same three subjects you, yourself and you which, when going from first to … Continue reading →

I am not as good at things as I would like to be. I am not as good at things as you deserve. I am striving to improve at doing things: at being kinder and doing dishes and sewing sutures … Continue reading →

The season, the weather, the company, the atmosphere and food has all been wonderful today. I’ve had a time and a holiday and enjoyed myself immensely and that gasping hole in the middle did not stop the joy – not … Continue reading →

When he told me his truth, I was quiet, then said, “I’m just glad there’s a comedy on tonight.” I think back on that response with some sense of shame. His unburdening oughtn’t be anything I needed to be lightened … Continue reading →

“Wait, wait, hold up,” my therapist said. “Could you repeat that?” I did. He responded slowly. “We’ve been together for how many years, and this hasn’t come up before?” “Who my parents fuck isn’t something I consider very much at … Continue reading →